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Sara POV

I had to get out of there. The air was just so sick and the little devil and angel on my shoulders agreed with each other that I needed out of that situation, so I left.

I'm walking down the street, loving how absolutely cold it is. I've got my bag of coke in my pocket but I'm debating giving it away. I know some homeless addicts that could use it way more than I could. My addiction has literally ripped Tegan's heart out. I can't deal with that. I don't want her to worry about me constantly. I once read a collection of essays of a father of an addict when I was questioning heroin use. It made me change my mind about heroin, but cocaine seemed harmless.

I haven't slept in about three days. I've barely eaten, my body is extremely malnourished. I look like a drug addict and I feel like one. How the fuck could I let this happen? I remember the moment Stacy offered me coke. She looked beautiful and so I assumed that cocaine was harmless. Well, I guess I'm a heavier user than her because I've aged about ten years and I'm always tired and weak but I can never sleep. I tried, last night with Tegan but with that cocaine fresh in my system, I was horny. I left once Tegan fell asleep and I had sex with Dahlia. It wasn't anything remarkable, just straight up drug induced sex. Afterwards she told me how similar mine and Tegan's bodies were, how our moans were almost indistinguishable and the face we make when we cum is identical. It made me sick that I resembled my twin during sex, but it also made me justify the times Tegan and I engaged in incestuous sex. Maybe I was attracted to myself, so I automatically jump to Tegan.

Dahlia kicked me out when a different girl appeared in her doorway, yet another ex of Tegan's of which I'd slept with. It reminded me why Tegan was single; she couldn't find a decent girl. Not even me. I'm worse. I sleep with her exes and they all say the same; Tegan and I really are identical. I had slept with the majority of her exes, too. This was long ago and many times, they asked for threesomes. I declined; afraid I'd seem too interested in my sister's body. I was. It was beautiful. Her muscles are all toned from the variety of bike rides, runs and yoga she does. Her smile could make anyone weak in the knees, her laugh is entirely contagious and her firm, yet soft hands deliver just the right amount of pressure to make me swoon.

That's the truth; I adored Tegan. I admired every single inch of skin, every single bone and every single hair on her body. Am I now just realizing this or am I just coming to terms with my sick obsession?

When I get to the abundance of makeshift homes occupied with sweet homeless people, I search for one particular guy. I ask around for him and they tell me he's been arrested. I manage to give around $100 to all the families living there. I know Tegan would appreciate this. She's always giving to charities. I want to impress her. I want to show her that I can be a respectable human-being.

I decide to just flush the coke since it wouldn't do any good to anyone. I use the restroom of a diner and flush the powder down. I sit back in one of the booths and order two pieces of pie and coffee. I spend practically all day there, just watching people.

When I get back home, I'm not sure I want to confront Tegan. I'd like to just sleep. I walk inside our apartment and there are boxes in the living room and Tegan, sitting at the table with a bottle of tequila. She's upset. She's packed up all my things and she's kicking me out.

"No, no, no," I say, over and over.

I open the boxes and check if it's my stuff. It is.

"Tegan, you can't kick me out!" I scream at her, infuriated.

She doesn't say anything, so I start to carry my things back to my room, see that it's empty. No furniture at all. I turn to her, grabbing her by the collar and pushing her against the wall.

"You can't do this!" I shout in her face, sure that she can smell all the coffee I've spent all day consuming.

Tegan continues to stare at me blankly.

"You fucking worship me!" I can't stop yelling, "You love me! You can't fucking kick me out!"

The tears are flowing like current-angry rivers. I cannot calm my breathing. I can't stop the asthma attack has it pulls me under the water, pushing and pulling on me, crashing into sharp rocks.

I collapse and for a moment, I'm sure I'm dead. I always figured I would end up dying from suicide or my asthma.

But suddenly, as if magic, I'm back. I'm on Tegan's bed and she's on top of me but her face isn't hers. It's scary with blacked out eyes and sharp teeth. She's laughing maniacally. I'm terrified of her and I panic, reaching my hands out and smacking her away. She opens her mouth and snakes come out, falling all over me. I scream and roll over, but there's burning lava and my skin turns gray with each touch.

I'm underwater and Tegan's far away and I keep swimming towards her but she keeps getting further and further away.

Tegan POV

Sara's in the hospital bed, strapped down. I see her through the window as she spasms, foaming at the mouth and occasionally vomiting. The doctors work as fast as they can and I know this is really because of drugs, but I can't help thinking I've triggered something. I had had enough of her drug abuse and abuse to me. I was ready to kick her out. I was so ready.

After a while of waiting, a doctor comes to talk to me.

"Does she use drugs often?" is his first question, to which I nod.

"What kinds are you aware of?"

"Cocaine," I say point-blank.

"Well, she's pumped full of a variety of hallucinogens," He begins, "She's got traces of cocaine, DXM, GHB, Xanax, Percocet, LSD, Mescaline and alcohol."

I close my eyes, tears slipping through the tiny slits. The doctor pats my back.

"She went into a drug induced seizure. She'll be fine. I would recommend getting her into rehab. We're going to pump her stomach. There's not much else I can do. She'll be a little bit slower than normal."

I nod and he lets me in the room. I sit on Sara's bed, holding her hand and praying to the God I don't believe it.

Please, God, please make Sara better. I know she's better than this. She knows she's better than this.